That is probably why I should start the other tumblr blog.
Name: Andrea (but I prefer to go by snarker/snork!)
Pronouns: She/Her
General Link to my other sites
Current Favourites:
Anime/Manga: Blue Period or Haikyuu
Artists: Edvard Munch, Rembrandt, Mark Rothko, Hiroshi Sugimoto
Food: Most of it (unless I'm allergic to them) -NOM NOM
Game: The 2019 Bafta Award Winning Game of 'Outer Wilds'
Song: Little Blue by Jacob Collier ft. Brandi Carlile
Song Artists: Jacob Collier, Andrew Prahlow and Martin Garrix
Spot to be in: At home, cozying up to my favourite shows or video games.
Temporary Permanence is a perzine reflecting my previous stay at La Couvent de La Tourette in France. It was one of my first solo trips after a long while, completely driven by the need to break away from an incredibly fast paced, rowdy life in my city. Exploring my feelings and gradually coming back to my true, human self after days of unsettlement by peace and tranquility is something that I have wanted to capture for a long time.
Main activities that I have done during my time here involved writing a lot on my travel journal, exploring the beautiful structures via random walks and guided tours, hiking (either to the nearby village or the forest) and catching up with my reading.
I was also able to hold a small concert for the cows as well with a set list that includes:-
But Not for Me by Chet Baker
Dream a Little Dream of Me by Ella Fitzgerald and Louie Armstrong
But most importantly, I have met numerous people in different times that have tweaked my perspectives and picqued my interest in life. I am eternally grateful to have met them and would certainly hold this trip close to my heart.
For @lichbarry !
I've had immense fun mulling over your prompts and creating something beautiful over the holiday seasons. Hope you like them.
::3 - snork (@snarkerart)
For @thebreadiestofthemall!
Just Prisoner and Hatchling being buds. I think if they had more time the Hatchling would've liked to ask about the stars in the Prisoner's sky :)
If you sit down at night
and pay attention to the sky,
you can listen to the stars
listening to you.
It’s a silent melody that won’t reach
your ears but will reach your heart
and it will make you understand
that you are not alone.
[Image ID: 2 drawings in Blue against a grey background.
1. Theodore Atkins, with his slicked back hair, eye glowing bright blue and mouth smeared with blood, supporting a bloodied Eri as he tilted his hair back, saying “I would close my eyes if I were you.”
2. Two panels as Nicholas Atkins’ eyes widened in bright amber, with long hair, moustache and beard. He closed it in the frame. Between the two frames read “I feel that people should fear // those that would welcome their demons. // And rather than allowing it to consume them whole, // made it their friend.”
In the beginning of 2024, I struggled as my world was crumbling before me. In the midst of burnouts and massive amounts of impostor syndrome, I find myself returning to a game I dreaded playing all those years ago...
... only to find that peace welcomed me instead.
Spoilers below!
Something from within wanted to see it through this time, despite quiting the game twice. In both times, I was paralysed with the fear of death - though I struggled to see what was ahead I knew I still have a lot to prove from within me and live.
And boy did this game have a lot to give, as I find myself making a dedicated art zine/love letter to the story that will hold in my heart forever.
Here are some of the sketches I have done so far:-
I'm planning for this to be riso printed (as an A5 booklet) in time for the Summer Zine fairs so it will be a first of many for me, but I have a feeling it will all be worth it.
(Now to start finalising these whilst I try so hard not to burst into tears.)
To the worn down, burned out star shining brightly across the hollow empty skies. The star that never fails to shine as a beacon for others with disregard for their own self.
I’m sorry it has taken this long to notice, to constantly feel the helplessness and embarrassment when it comes to meeting you. My only hope is to find the comforts of having you beside me as we navigate the wide, vast world - to smile, to laugh and to keep looking up.
Taken from my current WIP novel for NaNoWriMo 2023
In the eyes of Eri Atkins, Perceiving Art 1.3
[Image ID: Clockwise from Top Left
1: White/Blue Words against a Black background with the words ‘Sometimes Maybe all things will come to an end. //. When all things come to a pause, a slowing step, a wall right in front of you.’
2: White/Blue words against a Black background with the words ‘When you experience the good, your heart sinks at the notion of something bad. // When you experience the bad, you will trudge this sludge in the hopes that it will become good. // And yet those days will pass.’
3: White words against a Black background with Blue streaks with the words ‘And as I lay in a dark space, as I figure out what I want in my life. // Had I been awake or asleep?’
4: Sketch of the main character Eri Atkins in White against a collage of purple, turquoise, pink and brown background.]
Originally created based on a small essay (below) as part of Kakilang's Finding (Our) Creative Voice Showcase, 1 December 2023
I stand between the line that is known and unknown.
Hovering,
staying still,
eyes and hands constantly twitching between the two states.
I think I know myself.
My work, my hobbies, my day to day activities.
The language that I speak now, and the relationships I have with the people around me.
I know a lot about what’s currently going on in the world, the latest memes, the latest obsessions (especially the Capybara Pallas Cat).
I like to think that I know a lot about the country I now stand in, the country that I currently call home.
From its weird history (involving a man who created his own church just to marry more women), to the different ways of life, ‘regional’ cuisines, and even its culture.
As a kid I would imagine myself to be British simply by watching and listening to everything that I could get my hands on, from Braniac to Top Gear, Sherlock to Horrible Histories and even Mr. Bean (the latter which surprisingly gets played over and over again despite having only 15 episodes).
I would try to adopt the accent, get into the current slangs, backtracking myself everytime I say ‘pants’ when I mean ‘trousers’.
Yet there will always be a lingering sense that I do not belong here, creeping underneath my skin.
I looked over the horizon, deep into the unknown with deep, harbouring fear.
No one tells you that you would have to venture out one day,
on your own
To find your own path, your own way of life.
To be far away from what you once were,
Finding your spoken language to be alien as your family mocked the accent, to finding that the food you loved most in the world did not have the same punch as they do before, to finding that you do not really know the stories from your place of birth after all.
As you begin to embrace who you want to be.
And you will find yourself on the edge of something crisp, something new.
